There鈥檚 a special kind of quiet at 叠箩枚谤办濒耻苍诲别苍 once winter settles in. The property changes, the pace lets up. A walk down a snow-covered path, towards Memory Garden, brings a light wind that sails through the trees. One or two let out a yawn as they sway. Off to the side, the lake does what it does -- tiny waves roll in, tapping the shore. The air is crisp, the cobalt blue sky, through the trees above, is constant. A reminder that as things move forward, they also stay the same.
Boynton Chapel sits at the heart of it all, an anchor. And a reminder of all the stories, music, words, laughter, tears, and memories shared from so many people who鈥檝e passed through Bjorklunden's doors.
Happy Holidays! We鈥檙e feeling especially appreciative鈥攆or our artists, our guests, our supporters, and everyone who keeps this place alive and thriving. We hope you find a little piece of 叠箩枚谤办濒耻苍诲别苍鈥檚 winter peace wherever you are this season.
